As Ghosts In Dreams

As night ascends, something's aglow in moonlight beams

Shadows swirling, cast perhaps, but as ghosts in dreams

Glistening on an event horizon, too remote, to remember

Hidden inside periphery's vision, but forever pro tempore

On the many invisible tides beyond, any soul, might soar

Swept along on a waves length, to an unreachable shore

The never ending, dwindling, into an ethereal quiescence

Somewhere in the umbra, as if a mystical, omnipresence

Imaginations of memories, cascade into reveries of hope

Nebulous apparitions, in a spectrum, too distant to scope

Drifting in dark matter and fire, conjured light years away

Reflecting as one, in a hypnotic cacophony's, silent array

Evanescing as an essence, they're adapted into thought

Awaiting subconsciously, or by the dreamcatcher caught

Meandering lost souls, will glow, when moonlight gleams

Shimmering in inner shadows, alas, as ghosts in dreams